Thawing Out: Surviving Functional Freeze as a Neurodivergent Black Woman
There’s a particular kind of exhaustion that comes with living in survival mode. The kind that keeps your body moving—going to work, responding to emails, showing up for family—but your mind? It’s frozen. Numb. Stuck. That’s what they call a functional freeze, and if you’re a neurodivergent Black woman like me, chances are, you know it all too well.
But here’s what I’ve learned: functional doesn’t equal well. And you can’t heal in survival mode.
Rest Is Radical: Navigating Inauguration Uncertainty as a Neurodivergent Black Woman
As another inauguration unfolds, many of us feel a swirling mix of hope, anxiety, and even disappointment. For those who identify as Black women—and especially those of us who are neurodivergent—these feelings can run particularly deep. At the intersection of race, gender, and neurodiversity, we’re often on the front lines of systemic shifts and policy changes, bearing the weight of historical inequities and ongoing stigmas around mental health.
Intentional Wellness in a World of Distractions: Needs vs. Wants
We are so distracted by the things we “want” that we don’t pursue the things we need.
In a world saturated with desires, we often overlook essential needs, captivated by the allure of fleeting wants. This blurb explores the pervasive distraction of "wants" hindering the pursuit of fundamental necessities.
Intentional Wellness: Why Is It So Hard?
In the hustle and bustle of daily life, the pursuit of well-being often takes a backseat to the demands of work, family, and other responsibilities. However, consciously and purposefully fostering a state of well-being can be a formidable challenge. At its core, being well on purpose requires a deliberate commitment to self-care.
Reboot: Working on My Wellness
The Kia Soul flashed its lights to me. I thought for a split second, this could be my way out of here! This could be my opportunity to die and no one would have to know that I am suicidal in the first place. But, the thought that I had just text my daughter that I was on my way home and I could not let her down. So, I swerved off the road in the last seconds.